Circa 1990, with Mickey #2 and random teddy bear.
Mickey #2 went through extensive “surgery” after I found him torn to pieces—courtesy of our dog, Sandy—and had a very composed panic attack (any kind of composed reaction is no longer in my repertoire). I was then forced to give him up 4 years later prior to my sister’s arrival so that she wouldn’t adopt such “terrible habits.” Mickey(s) and I were close.
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